Stillness

There is stillness to be found. This morning we found it in our woods. As Gypsy and I greeted the first light of the day, we observed the stillness was everwhere we looked and listened in the woods. There was not a breath of air moving even the smallest leaf or blade of grass. No birds could be heard singing. No whispers of the wind in the tree found our ears. The stillness crept over the back porch and surrounded us. We waited and listened. We knew it could not last.
Gypsy focused on the feeding area, knowing some creature would eventually appear. I pondered all aspects of this mysterious, elusive stillness. I wondered if I could transfer this peacefulness into my mind and body and let it come to rest in my soul? I focused on the first golden, orange, pinkish rays of the sun as they speckled their light over the grass and trees. The clouds caught the rays and turned a beautiful, soft pink color. The trees provided an intricate, black, lacey pattern to look through at the beautiful morning sky. There is a calming, peaceful feeling that comes with this stillness. It is surely food for the soul.
A hummimgbird and a butterfly just came to the morning glories outside the window where I write. The hummimgbird stopped to say hello. A breeze has come, making the morning glories dance. We are reminded the day is changing and we are lucky to have had this chance to feel the stillness. It just comes like the fog on a misty morning and leaves on the wings of a hummimgbird.
The black, brown and yellow butterflies we saw on our walk this morning were beautiful. We stopped several times, just to watch them eat some delightful morsel provided for them by a small, mud puddle on our gravel road. Gypsy walked in the spring where it crosses our road and got a drink. She always shakes when she is standing in the spring. We dont't know why, because only her feet get wet. We watched minnows swim. We thought the sun was promising us a hot day as we walked back up the hill to the cabin. All in all a good morning. We are grateful for mornings like these. The cabin gang.